No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 1291

But Walden Wells had no intention of dropping his investigation into the Guild of Commerce’s foundation. He hadn't given up on the chairman position, and he was determined to sit in that chair, even just for a little while, before he died.

Besides, he was deeply dissatisfied with the younger Ian Goodwin. Losing to him in the last election had been a major blow to his pride, and Ian’s blatant disregard for him today only added fuel to the fire. With old grudges and new grievances combined, there was no way he would let this go.

Others might not be able to shake Ian’s position, but Walden Wells wasn't afraid to try.

Just then, Vanessa Shannon, who was beside him, spotted Eleanor Sutton heading toward the restrooms. She turned to Walden. "Walden, I'm just going to use the restroom."

When Eleanor came out of the stall, Vanessa was already at the sink, washing her hands. She watched Eleanor in the mirror. "Miss Sutton was quite the powerhouse today."

All the stall doors were open; it was clear they were alone.

Eleanor met Vanessa's provocative gaze in the mirror, her expression unchanging. She had no desire to engage.

Vanessa’s red lips curved into a smirk. "It reminds me of the old days, when Ian used to bring me to these kinds of events. You know, he's not nearly as serious and boring in private as he seems in public."

She paused deliberately, her seductive eyes sweeping over Eleanor. "Especially when we were alone. He was actually very gentle and considerate with me. Thinking about it now makes me a little nostalgic."

The implication was impossible to miss. She wanted Eleanor to know that she and Ian had been intimate.

Eleanor washed her hands with a slow, deliberate rhythm before finally looking up. "Your past with him has nothing to do with me."

Eleanor finished drying her hands and turned to face Vanessa directly. "Whatever happened between you two only proves that he's a man who can't resist temptation, and that you're just a pathetic woman who uses cheap tricks to get attention. Is catering to a man's whims really something you're so proud of that you have to show it off?"

Vanessa’s face paled, her seductive smile twisting into a furious scowl. "Eleanor, don't you dare act so high and mighty. When you were in love with him, weren't you even crazier than me? You took care of him for one year and had the nerve to pressure him into marrying you. How is that any better?"

Vanessa would hold a grudge for the rest of her life over Eleanor stealing Ian from her.

Without Eleanor, she was certain she would have become Mrs. Goodwin.

She blamed Eleanor for her current situation. If Eleanor had never shown up, she had plenty of tricks up her sleeve to force Ian to marry her.